Scramble me down.

Scramble eggs.

I made a list. and now its freaking scramble eggs.
I tested the waters and it burn the shit out of me.
I have breakfast at dinner.
And dinner at breakfast.
Everything is becoming unfamiliar again.
The shell has freaking cracks on them.
And I'm scared shitless to break them in half.
I held them with my hands for a long time and its getting tired.
Should I throw it away or make scramble eggs?

I said I put you first. It's not a facade. You're the only person who sees whats really going on with me. And apparently I'm the only one who see you too. Right now, its all freaking scramble eggs. The day when my life becomes unfamiliar again is drawing near. Saying its a facade.. is no help at all. I don't know what to say to you turning to vodka and a dark room. I have never had anyone depend on me that much. Give me room to adjust. But then again, I guess you would think its yet another facade.